Thursday, July 10, 2008

Check it: NEW! Philosophy with Stoners

A comic that talks about philosophy and comedy that in no way makes sense......unless you're high.

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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Plaid Blanket

There's hunchbacks. Some people have hunchbacks. New comic from the 3:00 book.

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Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Delphinic Zoophile Chat Room

We're perverts. Ever wonder what it would be like to have internet sex with a dolphin? New comic from the 3:00 book.

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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Ride of Silence [PHILADELPHIA]

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Yesterday in memory of my friend, George Gonzalez, I rode my bike in silence with many other Philadelphians who lost a loved one in a bicycling accident. The "Ride of Silence" is an internationally organized 12mph bike ride that forces the public to recognize, "Share the road" mentality. I'd like to talk about honestly what I experienced while riding the 8 mile trek through Center City. First off, I couldn't help but break at red lights provoking motorists (especially cabs) much angst and frustration. I know it is immature, but hell, it felt good considering. I did talk a couple of times, sorry. I rode with George in spirit, which resulted in taking the happening in stride, breathing and enjoying the scenery. Thanks, George. Riding in silence with hundreds of people makes a powerful sound. All you hear are pedals. The funniest part of the whole venture was at one point someone nearly got "doored". Anyone who even only occasionally rides their bike in the city has had a doored or near doored experience. It's terrifying. Considering there were hundreds of us riding with police escorts trailing behind a large sign encrypted "NO MORE BIKE DEATHS" - you'd think that ignorant mother fucker would have seen us coming!? That's funny. At the end there was a speech. Looking around I noticed all the different people who had come to honor a loved one, there were a lot of us. Some people were serious looking bicyclist, with all the required gear. Others were not wearing helmets. I was a not wearing helmet person. Some bike messenger types. People were smoking. People were old. Everyone seemed to like riding their bike. The worst part was after the speech when we were asked to raise our bikes for 45 seconds if we had lost our friend/family member in a bicycling accident in the last 12 months. Nearly everyone did. It's scary how much people don't pay attention. George was 26 years old when he died. A good person I would have liked to know longer.
For more info go here: http://www.rideofsilence.org/
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Sunday, May 11, 2008

I HEART BOB, 3:00 book comic

New comic from the 3:00 book. Boob pun with Bob Barker.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

"Why I Didn't Vote Yesterday" by Beth Heinly

I have voted in every election, primary, what have you, since I turned eighteen years old. My dad made me do it, he's republican. The last time I participated in a fair and exciting! election where I actually felt I had made a difference was in the 2nd grade. Dukakis won. Since that time I have seen two full term republican presidents, one lame ass term republican president and one democratic president nearly impeached for getting a blow job. People.....men love blow jobs. Ladies.....men cheat on girls. It's true. Men.....women cheat too. Yes. And does anybody remember when the president we voted for didn't get elected? Does anybody remember Al Gore NOT fighting for our votes? If a presidential candidate is helpless in fighting for his votes where does that leave us? WTF? And what president Clinton had to go through while in office is shocking! I can remember watching him during the impeachment process describe M.L.'s vagina. Who was making him waste his time? It seemed like the public was for it, but it always seems that way. It reminds me of George Orwell's 1984 when crowds of people ministerially spoke in unison, numb to what was actually being said, propaganda at it's finest: vocal. I wanted to vote for the independent candidates in the last two elections, but I was afraid. I was terrified of republicans. Anyone who wants the constitution to stay just the way it was written over two hundred years ago seems a bit backward to me. I was told, "Al Gore will lose votes!" "Kerry will lose votes!" The best you can do is vote locally; mayor, senate, house of representatives, etc., which rarely has a third party running. This year it seems for presidential candidate third party we have Ron Paul (who was a Regan supporter) and Ralph Nader with running mate Matt Gonzalez (from San Francisco). Nuff' said. Seriously, check them out. From 2nd grade to now my political understanding and views have not changed much. I have never been able to break through the bullshit. It seems to me political repartee consists of symbols thrown back and forth between masses of people both, visually and vocally, having no concept of how the symbols work, but instead intuitively pick one and go with it, which inherently demands my involvement. Well, not this year because I don't know. Because we live in houses with cars and work at jobs with clothes forgetting about the ideal where community comes before the individual. I'm not suggesting giving away our precious possessions. I'm suggesting we think less about them. With that extra time we might be able to, together, stop the corrupt campaigning that dominates elections and sways votes with empty phrases. I walked out of my house yesterday and found litter on my front step, more than usual. Paper with phrases like, "Vote!", "Pro-Choice!", "Pro-Life!", "Peace!", "Hope!", "Change!". Perfect ways of giving a citizen information without telling them anything and littering at the same time. More trash, junk, pollution and jobs for people who work in the paper business.
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Q. Most useful trash?
A. Rubberband.

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Got my neighbors, everyone is affected.

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This one got it's period.

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Woman-man candidates, for those voters who are unsure which gender better serves them.

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Dickher.

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"O-BAMA! O-BAMA! Got my DICK in yo' ear!"

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I shit on your face, Hilary Clitoris!

http://www.votenader.org/
http://www.ronpaul2008.com/

YOUR VOTE DOESN'T COUNT!